Currently:
Feeling a tad under the weather
Shuffling around the house in my favorite/most embarrassing fuzzy wuzzy slippers.
Leaving a cloud of tissues in nearly every room
Semi-engaged in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy
Gunmetal and navy nail polish painting
Loving and laughing over the perfectly understandable moment captured in this photograph.
Flipping the pages of Vogue Espana
Contemplating buying new savage kicks, the only remedy I can muster.
Too tired, too groggy… going back to the land of nod
(Image: Storytime)
Like a shadow, some things lurk. And much as the weekend, mutually quiet and eventful… nothing and everything makes sense when draped in funky sugarplum fairies and twinkling lights. Not our best-laid plan, we being the blithe adventuresses of the family, joined ranks with all those holiday cheermeisters and staunchly faced a teeming shopping blitz. Inextricably, the scheming afternoon wrath of cart pushers, window peekers, road ragers, and zany bargain seekers , was one such lurking moment. A harmonic hysteria of present-persuasion and shopping grandeur, I muddled through an amusing/frightening mirage, loving the extreme pandemonium… no matter how catawampus it all appeared. But like some freakish optical illusion climaxing a jolly North Pole sequel, its inevitable dusk till dawn tradition leaves me feeble-minded. So, while hunting holiday gifts and embracing yuletide paradise, I couldn’t help wondering… are we gluttons for punishment or just eager to come out and play. Who knows, but...